Just Hang In There

Chapter 2

(Jacob)
Lunch period seemed to last forever today. I'm not complaining, though, I love lunch time! It is the only time I can be alone and I can read my book. Usually, it lasts a short time but today it felt like forever. I kept glancing up and kids were still eating in the cafeteria. I continued to eat my lunch and read. I hoped it never ended.
After reading for a little bit, I started to get tired. I set it down actually played music in my headphones. I listen to some calmer music today. I closed my eyes. I let the music fill my mind. It seemed to wash the world around me away.

(Mark)
We waited. Lunch was coming to an end. I looked over at Jacob (I knew his name, I just didn't want the others to know). He was still sitting under the tree with his headphones. He looked so peaceful, it would be upsetting to disturb him. I was starting to get impatient. The only thing I could think of was wait until it was time. If things got to out of hand, I would interfere. Honestly, I was scared of Sullivan and Nate. First off, they were huge. Sullivan was almost a full foot taller than I am and Nate was ripped. I didn't want to get on their bad side, especially not now.
We waited until the people in the cafeteria left. Slowly, they made their way out. For some reason, Jacob was still there. He must not want to go to class or he fell asleep. It didn't matter now. When the coast was clear, Sullivan and Nate silently got up and made their way around the back of the tree. When they were in position, Ian and I walked up. Ian gave me his phone and I pulled the video camera up and started recording.

(Jacob)
"Put that bottle down right now!"
"It's just one bottle, hun."
"Just one bottle. Just one bottle! This is your tenth one! Don't you know how drunk you are?"
"I'm not drunk, I can handle a few drinks."
"Not drunk! You look like you are out to pass out!"
"Baby,"
"Get out!"
"Whatever you say"
I watched as my father started to walk in my direction. I quickly ran back to my room and pretended to be asleep. I wasn't supposed to be out of bed at this time, but I had to see what the arguing was about was about. It was about my father's drinking again. It was normal. My father would always drink and my mother would yell at him. He would soon just go into his room. It's such a normal routine that I started dreaming about it occasionally. But this time, he was wandering into his my room.
I heard the door creak open. I closed my eyes tight and tried to keep steady breaths. I heard him as he dropped his bottle and it crashed all over the floor. I soon felt him grab my shoulders and thrown me on the floor. He pushed me on my back and started to punch me. I tried to block the hits but they always found a gap. He was about to hit me again when I let out a scream and my mouth filled with water.